Poem
1.
I found your sadness rather sexy. We
Were writing sonnets and could not stop for
( ) anything, really. I’m receiving
an impression. Your distance rather
making me squirm, but in a way. Fancy
for the redness chamber. Fancy found
in books on birds. Fancy up your water pole.
Each word, limpid, falls. Equivocal. My word.
Your skinny bones breaking like the leaves;
Animated shells are leering. Smiley: where?
Australia, Los Angeles, Spain, Jamaica. I found
Your distance sexy and off-putting. Put to sleep.
Found a wooden table in the shaker style.
Adorned with empty envelopes. You, silly.
"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
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